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Love Letters – (I Love Feb #3)

I have been thinking about love letters this week; a lot, and wondering if they are a dying art.  I wrote and received love letters when I was a teenager (ok it is a long time ago).  But I still have all of these.  They weren’t necessarily about love, per se, but a lot of teenage angst, some pen pal friendship, and quite often, regret.

Thing is that you can write love letters about any aspects of your feelings.  The fact that you may be angry, disappointed, sad or fearful, it is just as important to communicate, as it is, your love. Indeed the fact that you are communicating is an expression of love regardless of the emotion.


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Ok – I am not entirely sure that this is making sense so let’s talk about a friend who has not talked to either of her sisters in two years because they have reacted in an aggressive way to a perceived situation of my friends making.  I am, of course, not assuming any right or wrong here, but the sisters have not spoken for two years.

When compiling her love letter she might write to her sisters assuming they are reading it with love and understanding. When she is communicating her emotions she might tell of her anger, then her fears, then her regrets.  She might finish with her declaration of her love.

After signing off she must add a PS.  The PS is the essential call to action.  What does she want the recipients, her sisters to do?  Call? Text? Email? Visit?

We quite often live our lives with regrets of things we have said or could have said and done.  Yet we need not perpetuate this if we write a simple love letter.

Now I am not suggesting that you can’t be communicate by text and email but for me these don’t really work.  The thing is with love letters is that you need to express not compress.  This means elaborating with words.

Linking to Paula’s Love Me February


  1. Well written as always Laura and how very true, letters do seem like a dying art. I remember the joy of receiving letters from my French family members and friends who lived away away and the joy and pleasure I’d take in reading them. Each letter had it’s own scent – sounds crazy now doesn’t it! Doodles and scribbles personalising the message.

    Now it seems so easy to communicate with our friends and family by text, messaging or email. But that said, even these forms are changing and I was only reflecting the other day how my friends now seem to communicate via messages on Facebook rather than emails…What will the future hold?



  2. Laura, this is fantastic & I just wanted to share my experience…

    I have just recently been in the situation where I have felt the need to write such a letter. It was a case of where, although nothing specific had happened, communication between the recipient of the letter and myself had become tricky. I think we had forgotten how to speak to each other. We all lead increasingly busy lives and we no longer had the time to talk. we spoke, but it was about stuff – specific things, food, work etc (nagging), but we were no longer connecting.
    It took a lot to write the letter & it was written over a period of a couple of weeks. It was a difficult letter to write and made me cry, just by doing it, but I knew it was the only way I could actually say what I needed to say. It also meant the recipient had the time to read & digest.
    Writing my love letter – because that is what it was in essence although not about “lovey dovey luuve” it was an expression of love – was actually the best thing I could have done. It gave me the channel to express everything I needed to, but in a controlled way.
    The recipient read it & the response was immediate. We weren’t ‘broken’ but through lack of communication we were going to end up in a situation where neither of us knew how we got there & neither of us would have known how to get back from there.
    The letter affected everybody around us & was read by all and I think the side effect of it is that everybody now has a better understanding of how everybody was making everybody else feel.
    It is so easy to forget to talk and listen.


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